All Chapters of Dirty secrets with Mr. Professor : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Charlotte’s povThe race back to the house went in a blur as I could barely stop crying as Lucas’s words kept replaying in my head.I had opened up to him about my trauma and told him every single thing about me, but he chose to stab me behind my back and treat me like the problem.By the time I got back to the apartment and saw the effort I had put in to make him happy, I was quickly filled with rage. If he wanted to make me feel like shit while he cheats with my best friend, I was going to show him that two can play the game.Wiping my tears angrily, I marched over to my closet and pulled out a dress I had bought on a rare whim but never had the courage to wear. It was an emerald slip dress that fell to mid-thigh and also had the low-cut neckline and open back that accentuated every single curve of my slender frame, hugging my hips.I hurriedly applied light makeup to hide my red eyes, before styling my hair.Tonight, I was going to have the fun I had been deprived of for months.An

Charlotte’s povHe didn’t wait for me to recover from the shock of his words before he turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the empty room.I didn’t know what to expect. Hell, I didn’t expect to bump into my one-night stand, but at the same time, I didn’t expect this coldness from him.After class, I walked back to my apartment in a daze, with my knees still shaking from the double dose of humiliation. First Lucas, then Zade. It felt as if the entire universe had conspired to strip away my worth in a single weekend.I unlocked my apartment door, looking forward to decaying in my bed all night, but instead, the heavy scent of cheap gin and cigarettes hit me the moment I stepped inside.My breath caught as I slowly pushed the door open wide, with my gaze landing on the living room sofa.Oh no."Well, look who finally decided to show up," a voice slurred.My mother, Leora Willy, sat on my couch like she owned the place. Her bleached-blonde hair was tangled, her clothes were wrinkl

CHARLOTTE’S POV“I’m here,” I said quietly as I stood outside Zade’s estate the following morning, my fingers tightening around my bag while memories of my destroyed apartment replayed in my head. I hadn't slept properly, but fear had left me with nowhere else to go. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the broken furniture, ruined mattress, and those words painted across my wall. Twenty-four hours had become even less, and I couldn't afford to waste another minute.The gates opened after security confirmed my name, and I walked toward the house with my heart pounding. I expected Zade to gloat over my surrender, but when I entered his study, he was already waiting with a folder on the desk, his expression completely composed. He looked as though nothing had happened between us the previous evening, which somehow made me even more uncomfortable.“You came,” Zade said, turning toward me as his eyes settled briefly on my face. “I assume you've made your decision, Charlotte, and I hope you'